The Stars, The Moon, And You

Sorry Ben

    I sit in Susan's parents car awkwardly, my red sweater clashes with all of the grays in the car. The big faceless company Susan's mother works at apparently had a big fall festival every year and Susan had pleaded with me to come, saying it was the most boring thing ever.

    Of course I said I would.
   
    The car ride to the middle-of-nowhere place this was at made me regret my decision a bit. It was agonizingly awkward though. I had never really met Susan's parents before.

    They ask me if I have a boyfriend. I say no. They ask if I play any sports. I say no but mention that I play the ukulele. The conversation drops when I realize that they really don't care at all about anything to do with me. My skin tingles with anger. I hoped they cared more about Susan. I hope these weren't the people she woke up to talk to every morning.

    After an extended period of silence, Susan hands me an earbud, and I take it thankful for the silence to end. We listening to the album she was reviewing next on her music blog.I love Susan's blog. She's really great at writing, even if she doesn't realize it. Susan wanted me to start writing a section on her blog. We both always different opinions on everything we listened to. I didn't really mind. I like listening to albums with my best friend, and this makes me feel like it has more of a purpose than just... being next to her.

    Susans blog had been exploded over the last couple weeks and people at school were starting to buzz about it (though, I might have had a hand in that.) It had grown to almost 100,000 followers, but it was slowly falling apart ever since her ex best friend stopped helping her with coding. It had gotten hacked a couple weeks ago. Susan had gotten it back, but not before the hacker had destroyed almost all the coding.

    We finally pull into the driveway of the place (Which is just a huge patch of grass that had been flattened by a trillion tires). I take my earbud out, looking at my surroundings. It was some farm that had turned itself into a low-budget amusement park. I could see why Susan hated it, but I was honestly kind of excited.
   
    Susan, her parents,and I, all step out of the car and breath in what smells like fall and sugar.

    We use wristbands the company had given Susan's family to get in and as soon as we step in, Susan's parents spot someone they know and start talking about business accounts and stocks and things that make me wonder if they're aliens. It would explain a lot actually.

    "Come on." Susan mutters to me, taking my hand. "They won't even notice we're gone." Then a small smile stretches across her cheeks. She had one dimple that made her face look a bit uneven but I loved it.

    I feel a bit sad for Susan. Her parents kind of suck at being parents. I wishI could rip out their hearts and replace them with bigger ones.

    While we wonder around, I spot a big plastic mat on top of a tall hill where kids were sliding down on potato sacks. It looked slightly dangerous, I begin question how legal it is, but at the same time  it looks like a lot of fun and I suddenly have the urge to slide down it.

    I tug Susan's arm,and start dragging her with me to the slide, she lets me pull her along even though she pretends to fight. She sighs while I grab us both potato sacks, the material makes me itch.

"Sometimes I wonder if you're really 14, and not 5." she says, snatching it out of my hand, and shooting me a smile.

    The way down the hill is thrilling. Wind slaps my face and at some point I fall off of my potato sack and crash into Susan, I wrap my arms around her and laugh, Susan laughs next to me when we get to the bottom until one of the workers asks us to please stand up so someone else could go, his lips were in a tight frown, disgusted. I kiss Susan on the cheek just to annoy him and his nostrils flare.